Broken Antler Fen You float like a feather

Phox chuckled at the name idea. Sprout was pretty cute. Then again, there was that pesky family tradition where all their kids were named after some animal they resembled in some way or another. Although, come to think of it, none of his children with Niamh had followed that tradition. He supposed he would have to right that wrong in the coming year when he put lots of babies in her. Because he fully intended on doing that.

Sum up your life in just three words, he said. His ears perched forward, believing that she would find this one to be particularly amusing or at least a bit challenging.